Clutter. We've all seen it. We've all had to deal with it. But some people handle it a lot better than others. I was driving my car around yesterday, and I can't remember the point at which the back seat of my car went from "cherished object that I shall never sprinkle litter into" to "catch all junk drawer that holds everything". Seriously, I have everything back there from a rubber Spaldeen ball to a bag full of dice to an extremely overdue Blockbuster DVD.
And it doesn't stop with my car, that's pretty much the last domain to get junk-ified. No, I have closets, cupboards, and trunks full of junk. For some reason I thought it would be smart to save all of my college notebooks, thinking that one day I might need to refer back to something. Why on earth I thought I'd need to look up something from Algebra II, I have no idea. But, they sit there, just in case I need to make some advanced calculations. I opened up one of those notebooks since college, the only tme I've peeped into any of them. And that was just to check out what kinds of doodles I used to put in the margins.
I'm not sure if it's a gene or a trait that gets inherited. My dad has extremely few belongings, and almost lives like a Spartan, but my mom and my aunt (on my dad's side) both rathole things away like I do, "Just in case." At this point, I've just about had it... but I can't just toss the stuff out, and I don't have the time needed to eBay all the stuff. What's a guy to do? This is when I wish I had some sort of futuristic space time little box with infinite storage capability. Is that coming anytime soon?
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